I shake my head almost violently. “No, Mum. I don’t want you to be involved.”
“Well, that doesn’t bloody matter now, does it, Tink?!”
“Mum! Stop shouting! You’re upsetting Parker.”
“I’m okay.”
I throw him a glare over my shoulder. “Fine, she’s upsettingme.”
He dips his chin and pats my knee. “There you go.”
“Tell me everything you know. Everything you’ve done. I can put out feelers. I knew this wasn’t going to be a conversation to be had over the bloody FaceTime,” she says with vitriol in her timbre, standing again, wiping beneath her eyes. Then she looks at me, eyes still glistening. “Well?”
I blink. “Well, what?”
“Are you going to show me the information you’ve gathered or not?”
“I…” I look at Parker, my sweet piece of temptation, doing his best to sit up completely. He nods at me, looking exhausted, but I know he’s going crazy just sitting around. “Love, please. You need to rest. It’s only been a week.”
“What I need to do,” he replies gruffly, “is to get walking again. The more I sit around, the more I’ll just rot.”
I look back over at my mother.
“I’ll wait for you with your…lieutenants. What does one call a room full of gangsters? Is it like crows? A murder of Suits?” Mum mutters mostly to herself, walking towards the door. “I think I like that.A Murder of Suits.Could be a good title for a bestseller.”
I don’t correct nor answer her as the door clicks shut with her outside the room. Aleksi’s house has been swarming with men in all-black tactical gear so much, I almost know every single one of them by name. The shit of the matter is… I don’t know where to begin. I know my next course of action is England. I need to find Kane. Once I find him, it’ll be nothing but an arrow to pinpoint my husband’s location. Parker grunts as he swings his legs around and grabs the IV pole to stand.
“Ah, shit.” His strong thighs tremble. “DOC!” he roars.
I summersault over to him and spring out of bed, ready to help him even though he is almost a foot taller than me. I’m ready to bear any weight he needs me to.
Damon practically tumbles inside the room. “What’s wrong?”
“Get the fucking tube out of my dick. Where is my prince piercing?”
Damon blushes and looks away from me. “We, uh… had to take it out to insert the catheter.”
“Get it out of my dick,” he grouches.
“Are you sure you—”
“Fuck it, I’ll do it myself.” Parker reaches down and tugs with a wince.
A flustered Damon puts his hands up to stop him. “No! Just—Christ, let me get some gloves. I'll remove it. Sabrina, if you wouldn’t mind giving us privacy?”
I give Damon a side-eye, tip on my toes, and plant a kiss on Parker’s cheek. “I’ll be right outside the door. We’ll go together. Alright?”
“Don’t ever leave me behind, baby.”
“Wouldn’t dare.” I grin, closing the door, knowing I could never ever leave this man behind. Not unless I necessarily have to.
Chapter Four
Parker.
I glance up at the ceiling while Damon softly tugs at the fucking tube in my dick. It feels fucking weird, and I hate it. There’s another weird feeling, and I groan when the tip leaves my tip. I shudder. I didn’t like that at all.
“This would have been easier if you would have been laying down,” Damon huffs, letting me know to wait on putting my piercing back in in a few days.
